Fic: This, Again
Title: This, Again.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Property of the BBC, etc. etc. ad nauseum. Except y'know, I pay my licence fee.
Summary: Ianto hates Jack dying when they're alone. There's just silence, just time to think.
Note(s): Written for
jack_ianto_las Challenge 3: Terrible Gift.
Idek. I don't think I like it, but it's fic.
Jack’s body shifts in Ianto’s arms, the first sign that he is beginning to recover. Ianto likes to think of it as recovering and not coming back to life. It makes it easier to deal with.
He hates Jack dying when they’re alone. He doesn’t like Jack dying any time, but it’s always worse when it’s just the two of them. No one screaming or panicking or shouting about ambulances. No Gwen leaning against his shoulder and watching Jack with him while they figure out how to save the world. When they’re alone there’s just silence, just time to think.
Immortality is Jack’s curse. It’s his gift too, but it’s the kind of gift that makes every day that little bit harder to drag yourself through. Jack has lived more lives than any man ought to, he’s seen the most wonderful things, but also the cruellest. He has loved, and has been loved – is loved – but he has seen that love taken away so many times that the pain swims in his eyes.
As Jack breathes back into life Ianto smiles. Immortality is Jack’s gift, and it is a gift for Ianto, to have someone who is a constant, who will never die and leave him mourning. It is cruel gift, it tortures both Jack and Ianto, their life spans will never match up, Ianto will have to watch Jack die a thousand times or more. Jack will have to watch Ianto die. Once.
For now they celebrate, a brief moment of relief that Jack is once again revived, that they can live on together. Then there’s a universe to save, no time to contemplate the pain that lies ahead, no time to relish in the breath that’s flowing through Jack’s lungs again. Just on their feet and off, a silent thank you from Ianto to whatever deity gifted Jack with this life, and then the moment’s over. For now.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Property of the BBC, etc. etc. ad nauseum. Except y'know, I pay my licence fee.
Summary: Ianto hates Jack dying when they're alone. There's just silence, just time to think.
Note(s): Written for
jack_ianto_las Challenge 3: Terrible Gift.Idek. I don't think I like it, but it's fic.
Jack’s body shifts in Ianto’s arms, the first sign that he is beginning to recover. Ianto likes to think of it as recovering and not coming back to life. It makes it easier to deal with.
He hates Jack dying when they’re alone. He doesn’t like Jack dying any time, but it’s always worse when it’s just the two of them. No one screaming or panicking or shouting about ambulances. No Gwen leaning against his shoulder and watching Jack with him while they figure out how to save the world. When they’re alone there’s just silence, just time to think.
Immortality is Jack’s curse. It’s his gift too, but it’s the kind of gift that makes every day that little bit harder to drag yourself through. Jack has lived more lives than any man ought to, he’s seen the most wonderful things, but also the cruellest. He has loved, and has been loved – is loved – but he has seen that love taken away so many times that the pain swims in his eyes.
As Jack breathes back into life Ianto smiles. Immortality is Jack’s gift, and it is a gift for Ianto, to have someone who is a constant, who will never die and leave him mourning. It is cruel gift, it tortures both Jack and Ianto, their life spans will never match up, Ianto will have to watch Jack die a thousand times or more. Jack will have to watch Ianto die. Once.
For now they celebrate, a brief moment of relief that Jack is once again revived, that they can live on together. Then there’s a universe to save, no time to contemplate the pain that lies ahead, no time to relish in the breath that’s flowing through Jack’s lungs again. Just on their feet and off, a silent thank you from Ianto to whatever deity gifted Jack with this life, and then the moment’s over. For now.